6:56:46 by Isabella Dunsby
you walk at an angle but won’t let me pull the left backpack strap ...
Read MorePosted by admin | May 28, 2023 | Hand Picked, Poetry
you walk at an angle but won’t let me pull the left backpack strap ...
Read MorePosted by admin | May 10, 2023 | Hand Picked, Poetry
I love you in the rose petal’s powder in the knife’s pearl handle I love you in the sunbeam in the...
Read MoreDown at the early morning stream where dad took his bucket for minnows,...
Read MorePosted by admin | Mar 20, 2023 | Hand Picked, Poetry
the dial hums halfway between proselytic gibberish and the morning news and i hear...
Read MorePosted by admin | Mar 9, 2023 | Hand Picked, Poetry
Against the rose petals my broken mind lay Between the ribs of the cold metal my soul sways As I...
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